I've been watching you little lamb, so  quiet and withdrawn.
You use to have such a spring in your step.
Now where's your laughter gone?

I've been watching you little lamb, through torment and disrepair.
You use to be vibrant and colourful.
Now all I see is pain and worry  all over a troubled mind.

I cry for you little lamb, for I worry you may Wither away to nothing.
Constantly checking for approval.

My heart breaks for you little lamb, for I know you wont break free....